Here is my hyperlink to my end of the term reflection
I am a Year 7 student at Glen Innes School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 10 and my teacher is Mrs Raj.
Tuesday 4 December 2012
Friday 23 November 2012
My Limerick
L.I: To write a limerick.
I was walking to the port,
when I saw a small court,
waiting for some kids to play ball.
Finally, some come in the icy wind of fall.
As I see the fired up children gather up,
they start their warm up.
As the team starts shooting hoops,
they gather in their groups.
The crowd cheers to give some support,
never minding the news report.
Oh no! The ref got a phone call!!
Everything is situated and now its jump ball.
The guard goes to the hoop for an easy lay up.
They go on a run and the points add up.
The ball bouncing about in those silly little loops.
Once again, the team gets the win with the crowds loud whoops
Monday 5 November 2012
Halloween poem
I found this cool Halloween online poem and hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
1. Eeepity, creepity, oh what a fright!
1. Hiding from things that go BUMP in the night
2. Eeekity, squeakity, oh such a lark!
2. I wish I wasn't afraid of the dark.
3. Jack O'Lantern, trick or treat
3. Scary costumes out on the street
4. Ghosts and ghoulies in the air
4.Stay inside, beware, beware!
5. Eeepity, creepity, oh what a scare!
5. Constantly wondering "who goes there?"
6.Eeekity, squeakity, turn on the light
6. I don't like the dark on Halloween night!
1. Eeepity, creepity, oh what a fright!
1. Hiding from things that go BUMP in the night
2. Eeekity, squeakity, oh such a lark!
2. I wish I wasn't afraid of the dark.
3. Jack O'Lantern, trick or treat
3. Scary costumes out on the street
4. Ghosts and ghoulies in the air
4.Stay inside, beware, beware!
5. Eeepity, creepity, oh what a scare!
5. Constantly wondering "who goes there?"
6.Eeekity, squeakity, turn on the light
6. I don't like the dark on Halloween night!
Friday 2 November 2012
Nightmare in your dreams.
Centuries ago in a house lived a man. People were mad at him because he was a creep. There was a angry mob outside his house, they wanted to kill him so they decided to throw a bottle through his window while the paper in the bottle was burning. He shouted "HELP I'M ON FIRE," he was screaming hard out "I will get you back." 3 years later Freddie remembered what he said so he started to kill people 1 by 1 so he did but nobody could see him. The people who killed him wouldn't die it would be their children. But there was 1 girl who knew how to defeat him it was by getting his dead mom to come and grab him to stop this killing and the horror was over and we were all safe.
Thursday 1 November 2012
My basketball lesson with Coach Bruce
LI: To write about our basket ball couch
Wow!!! on Tuesday the 16 of October 2012 Glenbrae school had a Coach called Bruce. Bruce was a basketball player. When he was 18, he got a million dollars for playing, and now he is a famous. Bruce started to play basketball when he as 8 years old Bruce was a professional basketball player in America but he is not a very tall person. Bruce got his first scholarship for playing. Bruce won the scholarship by giving respect and by having the right meal every day.
Wow!!! on Tuesday the 16 of October 2012 Glenbrae school had a Coach called Bruce. Bruce was a basketball player. When he was 18, he got a million dollars for playing, and now he is a famous. Bruce started to play basketball when he as 8 years old Bruce was a professional basketball player in America but he is not a very tall person. Bruce got his first scholarship for playing. Bruce won the scholarship by giving respect and by having the right meal every day.
Friday 24 August 2012
Bottle experiment
Hypothesis:
The sound of air pitched at different levels when blown into different air spaces.
Materials:
One day room 7 did an experiment with bottles. We had to bring in any sized bottle but had to make sure that the bottle was empty. We were really nervous when Mr Narth was blowing in the bottle because we thought that he was going to blow out through the other side.
The sound of air pitched at different levels when blown into different air spaces.
Materials:
- Empty juice bottle of different sizes, Water and Air.
- Procedure: Arrange the empty juice bottles according to sizes from smallest to largest.
- Blow air into each bottle and listen to the pitch of the sounds.
- Then fill the juice bottle with water to the levels marked on the bottle. Blow air into each bottle and listen to the pitch of the sounds.
One day room 7 did an experiment with bottles. We had to bring in any sized bottle but had to make sure that the bottle was empty. We were really nervous when Mr Narth was blowing in the bottle because we thought that he was going to blow out through the other side.
Monday 18 June 2012
Connecting with the author
This term we have been learning about making a positive, thoughtful and helpful comment on peoples blog's. We know our comments are good when we write something positive about their blog post or make a connection by sharing something similar
The difference it has made is it's been really really good for us to practise improving our learning. We have enjoyed writing blog comments because it also helps other people to connect and be interested in our blog. The most challenging part for me is remembering how to spell the words correctly. It's important that my comments make sense.
In this comment I tried to be positive about Joan's swimming
Thursday 24 May 2012
"The faster you go the bigger the mess"
Today Constable Julie came to Glenbrae school to teach us about the stopping distances. Room 7 was really glad that she came because she told us what we didn't know.
If a car was going 30 km a hour it would take about 15 meters to stop. Constable Julie measured out 70 meters and got us to estimate different stopping distances.It help me to see it outside with the measurements.
I thought that if car was going 60 km per hour around Glenbrae School there is more chance of them hitting a pedestrian. The faster they go the more distance they will need to stop.
Monday 14 May 2012
Writing a good blog comment
LI:To write a blog comment.
Positive: Good on you
Thoughtful: She will be a good swimmer.
Helpful: Keep trying really hard and you will be good.
Friday 23 March 2012
Morning glory muffins
Wow!!! Did you hear that the gardening people are making Morning glory muffins it sounds yucky.
Ingredients
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 1/4 cups white sugar
- 2 teaspoons baking soda
- 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 2 cups shredded carrots
- 1/2 cup raisins
- 1/2 cup chopped walnuts
- 1/2 cup unsweetened flaked coconut
- 1 apple - peeled, cored and shredded
- 3 eggs
- 1 cup vegetable oil
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
Directions
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease 12 muffin cups, or line with paper muffin liners.
- In a large bowl, mix together flour, sugar, baking soda, cinnamon, and salt. Stir in the carrot, raisins, nuts, coconut, and apple.
- In a separate bowl, beat together eggs, oil, and vanilla. Stir egg mixture into the carrot/flour mixture, just until moistened. Scoop batter into prepared muffin cups.
- Bake in preheated oven for 20 minutes, until a toothpick inserted into center of a muffin comes out clean.
Monday 19 March 2012
To dance with my father again with lyrcs
You can visit on YouTube and type in to dance with my father again
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.
Junk food and not brushing your teeth.
Tuesday 6 March 2012
flower pollination
- Animal pollinated flowers:pollen grains are large and stick to insects, birds and mammals body.
Friday 24 February 2012
I am poem
I am poem
I am Gabriel Boaza
I am sporty and hard working
I sometimes wounder why do we have bad guys in the world
I hear a Buzzy bee flying around me
I see me wining the world swimming club
I want to see Jessi J’s concert
I am sporty and hard working
I pretend to be an Artist
I feel glad when I go shopping for new shoes
I can touch the stars from outer space
I worry I might die
I cry when someone in my family dies
I am sporty and hard working
I understand Cook Island sometimes
I say my manners when I try get past someone
I dream about being a rock star
I work really hard on my math
I hope that I become rich
Thursday 23 February 2012
Glenbrae school swimming
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